Tim caffery

Tic Toc Republic

A tickity tockety just like a clocketyThe Republic makes its wayEver promised chance of changeWelcomes every dayCast your vote as is providedAnd hope you're not aloneMerely a rod in the armrest of Liberty's worshipped throneOr decor within the pedal stool upon which Independence lays his handAs this Republic so covers this once uncivilized, virgin landIt tics & it tocs ever changing its faces Flowing with the timesWith courts & cops & patriotsThey pass laws to conceal their crimesChange is ever a vote awayBecause the Republic's coarse is trueAs far as that is it seems so closeAs if you knew just what to doSo you, tried and true, rise up courage to tic & toc the Republic's faceWhether a second, a minute, or the longest hourIt's the same malignant paceTherein lies the political scienceThat crafts gods from states to exploit this hateRun in circles through the spell of debateAnd always admit we were too lateTrapped by Republic's secret baitWe think we comprise this sovereign stateWhile we're actually on someone else's plateThat some rich magnate already ateThese are the sounds the Republic makes